The party of three made their way through the station, Tif in front, Jia in the middle, and MacLeod bringing up the rear. Jia didn't say anything as they walked, afraid something might set off the Detroit man. They eventually reached a room. It seemed like a normal office hastily stripped into an interrogation cell. The large, black leather chairs from the previous tenant were still there, but the usual desk assortments were missing, save a few wires here and there. Tif lead the trio into the room and motioned for Jia to sit down, where her dark grey flight suit almost blended in with the seat.
"See? That went without troubles." he said and closed the door and then let himself fall into the inappropriately comfortable chair.
He leaned forward a little and now had time to calm down a little. "Maybe tell me just why exactly you are here again?" he asked her and started to believe her story of being a civilian. What soldier looked like that?
Jia didn't look at MacLeod, instead down at the arms of her chair, almost in disbelief. "I told you already." She paused for a moment, her voice getting softer. "I was told to watch the houses."
